We bought our Mazda because of the salesman. It was going to be my wife's car, she was paying for it, and we'd narrowed it down to a couple of different vehicles, any of which would have suited her. One place pulled the "I have to talk to my manager" stunt and left us to stew. We walked out. A couple of the others insisted on talking to me, ignoring her, despite the fact that I'd started out by telling them that it was to be her car and that I was only along for the ride. And then reminding them of this. Several times.

At the Mazda dealership, the sales guy immediately picked up on the situation, had a nice conversation with Herself. The two of them let me chime in from time to time, but basically, I was chopped livah. Just as it should have been.